I feel, suddenly, as if I am inside a dream.It’s a waking one, though, in which I am fully conscious, which is very new for me. And very unnerving.I feel myself in a separate space – a world with its own rules, its own gravity and physics. But there’s nothing here. There is just darkness, blacknes
Then, I lay this body down next to his, and I let our forms merge, the edges of mine passing seamlessly through the edges of his. Not all the way, but enough. Enough to share.“Take it,” I whisper – and again, it’s not words. Just…the message. I feel him respond, hearing me. “Take it,” I say again.
A few hours later, wrapped in our coziest robes, Victor and I step out of our room.As soon as we walk out, I can hear the noise of our boys downstairs, laughing and talking as they have their breakfast.I clutch my robe tightly around my neck as I hear them and look up at Victor, a huge smile break
I could go into all of the details, of course – my memories of going to that place, somewhere in my mind but also somewhere beyond it. Of what it looked like there, of what we did, of how we…made the exchange. But…I suppose that some things I want to keep secret. Just between us.So, I improvise.“I
Rafe frowns at me.“Boys,” Rafe says, not looking at them. “Go play in the living room.”Ian opens his mouth – full of pancakes – to protest, but Rafe interrupts.“Take your food,” he says, his voice low and dismissive, “try eating them off the floor like a puppy. No forks, not hands.” The boys, suf
Victor’s frown deepens. “But,” he says, turning his hand palm up on the table. “I…did background checks. Everything you told us about your identity – it checked out.”Burton just shrugs a little, still not meeting our eyes. “The people for whom I work…they are powerful. They were able to ensure that
I can’t help the little giggle that comes out of me then. Honestly, it’s all so strange and ridiculous - and, really, really frightening – that all I can do is laugh and make a joke out of it. It’s a knee-jerk reaction, probably a poor one and a result of my exhaustion, but I’ve got nothing else.“
Fascinated, I take the note from Victor’s hands. Even Edgar knew more about this than we did. What the hell was going on in my life?I thought I was just a single mom of two really special kids, and now I’m part of some mystical secret cult, one that my ex was somehow born into? That my butler was a